Ghost of a Chance

"Just in case you are wondering, I am Elizabeth. Rhonda was my twin sister.' Again I started to speak and again she stopped me.

"Rhonda and I were separated at birth. Her adoptive parents moved here to the states and mine remained in Ireland. I was educated in England, in a private girls school, and after I finished university my parents told me all they knew about my adoption. I sought out the agency and filed notice with my solicitor to gain the records of my sisters adoption. I have spent the last several years trying to locate her and finally found her, or rather her obituary. I just flew in yesterday from London to see what I could find out about her and that lead me to you."

There it was quick and to the point. All the questions answered in a manner of minutes. All the thoughts I was having stilled by this information. I kept staring at her, unable to really say anything. Finally I took a deep breath, a swallow of tea, and decided to just plunge in.

" I did not know Rhonda had a sister, much less a twin. I am really sorry about the way I greeted you but, as you can guess, it was a shock to see you standing there."

She stood, gathered up the tea things and started for the kitchen. I took a long look this time as she walked away. She was as tall as Rhonda, but fuller in the hips. When she walked it seemed quite natural for her hips to sway, nothing forced or even intended to be sexual, but a natural, purely sensual sway. Her red hair, long and flowing behind her, tight ass and of course those legs that seemed to go on forever. She returned and settled in the chair, kicking off her shoes, curling her legs under her, we sat and talked about Rhonda, about her, about me. I told her things about myself and Rhonda I had never told anyone. The time we made love on the train trip up the coast, and the time we almost got caught by the park ranger while on a tour of the Grand Canyon. I faced my loss and we talked some more. When we finally took a break it was almost and hour before sunrise.

" I really must go, I have several things to do later and of course I need my beauty sleep." she said as she slipped her shoes back on, gathering her coat and moving towards the door. I thanked her for visiting and giving me a chance to talk, as well as to tell her about her sister. It was then she asked me to dinner the next night.

"How about we have dinner tomorrow night?", she asked. "You can meet me in the lobby at the Hilton and we shall go out and talk some more, oh and please pick a restaurant, make reservations if you need to."

I told her no problem and opened the door for her to leave. Pausing she raised up her lips and kissed me lightly, turned and went down the sidewalk. I shut the door, the taste of her lipstick on my lips and with a smile on my face I locked up, cut out the lights and went to bed.

I was with Rhonda, it was fall. The air was cool as we walked in the park, holding hands. I don't remember what we were talking about but I do remember the way she would laugh. It reminded me of the soft ringing of bells. A gentle peal, starting with a giggle and then growing. She was laughing as she turned to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her breath warm and scented with mint, the taste filling my mouth as she tongue slid in to it. Her tongue drawing mine into her mouth where she could suck it before she allowed it to return. I pulled her closer, my hand sliding along her back, dipping down to cup her ass, squeezing, pulling her tight. A moan drifted from her mouth to mine as she pushed against me, feeling my hardness grow. I looked into her eyes and saw the emerald fire of her desire. It always was a dead giveaway. Her eyes were truly windows to her soul, as well as her passion.

Taking my hand, she turned and lead me towards the garden part of the park. The flowers have long since started dying, preparing their beds for a long winters sleep but the bushes were hardy and full of color almost like they were taunting the upcoming cold weather.

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